The Pear Tree
“Don’t go past the pear tree”,
Was a refrain that we all knew well;
A warning given to canine and kids
And it worked, I’m here to tell.
My mother called it a landmark
Where Gram and Aunt and the clan,
Would use that dear old pear tree
As part of their safety plan.
It stood about halfway down the lane
And served as our sentinel;
If you stayed this side of the pear tree,
You were assured that all would be well.
That tree still stands as it did back then
And even though it’s gone hollow
There’s a man in there, who has a heart
I hope you are able to follow.
Suffice it to say, if you’re from my tribe
You’ll know what I mean when I state
That tree had power in days gone by
And the magic lives on to this date.
The Pear Tree has roots beyond the soil
The family kind that run deep
Those memories made in childhood
Are among those that I'll always keep.